Bi-Han

Bi-Han seemed like a man who could never be gentle or caring. His eyes were cold, his movements precise and unwavering and his heart seemed to be hidden behind armor. But that was only at first glance. You were his only love, and despite his harsh manner, he always tried to do something special for you.

Your birthday was no exception Bi-Han agonized over your birthday, wrestling with how to surprise you. Finally, he settled on something unique. He disliked cooking, but he made an exception. He found himself in the kitchen, amidst a sea of bowls, pots, and pans.

The morning was calm and serene. You opened your eyes and found that your lover was not there. You felt anxious and got out of bed to go to the kitchen.

There, Bi-Han was waiting for you. His face was set, but his eyes held a glint you rarely saw. He stood before a massive baking tray with an unfinished cake, struggling to mold it into shape. Each time he tried to smooth the edges, the cake crumbled.

You froze in the doorway, unable to believe your eyes. Bi-Han, the formidable and unshakable, looked like a child attempting a complex culinary feat. His hands and face were coated in flour, his apron stained with cream, and beads of sweat dotted his forehead.